Chapter 67

[find a Finnish guerrilla stronghold, game points + 5, you can go to the character panel to view relevant information 】

when Zhang Heng looked at the small wooden houses in the dense forest, he heard a system prompt sound.

But before he had time to look, the muzzle of the gun was on his back.

The Finnish guerrillas with guns were the guys who touched the campfire before. Zhang Heng was sure that the other side had a strong desire to pull the trigger at that time.

However, the female sniper on one side yelled something, which made him give up the idea. But the muzzle of the gun didn't move away from Zhang Heng. After the rest of his companions came, another person was there to guard him. The rest of them went to cut down the branches to make a stretcher and carried the injured female sniper to it.

The Finnish guerrillas holding submachine guns threw the Soviet uniform on the ground to Zhang Heng, who was naked, but buttoned down his down jacket. Zhang Heng didn't say much and put on the sheepskin uniform in silence.

He could see that these Finnish guerrillas didn't believe him, but because of the face of the female sniper, they didn't kill him immediately. However, the latter's current situation is not very good, and even their own life and death are uncertain.

Fortunately, the Finnish guerrillas took good care of their own people. They judged that the female snipers were in urgent need of medical treatment. They did not delay their time and immediately took someone on the road.

However, an hour and a half later, the female sniper on the stretcher still fell into a coma. Fortunately, after another hour, they finally returned to the stronghold.

Two Finnish guerrillas carrying a stretcher quickly walked into a cabin on their left. Zhang Heng was put into another cabin alone. He looked around. It should be a firewood room. There were lots of chopped firewood piled up everywhere.

As soon as Zhang Heng went in, the door was closed and locked. The guerrillas searched him. Not only his down jacket and captured rifle and backpack disappeared, but also his mobile phone and wallet were taken away.

Zhang Heng saw several Finnish guerrillas passing on his Huawei mobile phone curiously through the gap between the wooden houses. However, the local bumpkin commander in the 1930s didn't even know that he was pressing the power button. After touching it there for a long time, he was stunned that no one could start it, and some people were knocking their mobile phones on the tree.

But in contrast, his wallet is very popular. In fact, even the stall products produced by Yiwu small workshop are absolutely excellent in this era. What's more, Zhang Heng's wallet is worth hundreds of yuan, and he has been robbed by these people. His down jacket has been worn by the guy with the assault rifle, but the latter's figure is obviously bigger and will be more beautiful The down jacket held up like a tights.

However, it is strange that no one touched the starfish on his wrist. This kind of watch is supposed to be valuable, but the guerrillas just like they didn't notice it at all.

Zhang Heng looked at it for a while and found that the camp was quite large. It should have been rebuilt from the original logging yard. It's hard to be found in the deep mountains and dense forests. There are seven guerrillas he saw alone. It's time to sleep, and it's estimated that there are still many people lying in the house.

In addition, the night is also the most active time for the guerrillas. They often attack when the Soviet soldiers are most tired and sleepy. Zhang Heng once watched a documentary. The Finnish guerrillas interviewed said that later, the morale of many Soviet troops collapsed completely. Several soldiers sat around the campfire and were indifferent when they saw their comrades hit by bullets, just like they were completely numb It's the same.

From the number of houses, I'm afraid there must be forty or fifty people in this camp. In order to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings, Zhang Heng didn't look any more. He curled up in the corner and closed his eyes.

He didn't wait long. About twenty minutes later, the wooden door opened again and two guerrillas came in.

This time, they didn't point a gun at someone, but their attitude was very clear. This was not an invitation, but an order.

Of course, Zhang Heng won't find himself unhappy. Seeing this, he got up and followed them to another room next door.

Different from the previous Chaifang, it is more like a living room, but in addition to a wooden bed, there are tables, chairs and fireplaces. A man with a moustache sits behind a square table and sees Zhang Heng come in, put away the map spread out on the table and make a gesture to please sit down.

Zhang Heng sat down in the chair opposite him, guessing that the other party might be the commander of the guerrilla.

But in addition, there is another person in the room, smoking in front of the window with his back to him. Zhang Heng can't see her. He can only roughly judge that she is a woman, maybe 30 or 40 years old.

As soon as Zhang Heng sat down, moustache said something, but Zhang Heng could only shake his head, "sorry, I can't speak Finnish."

He repeated this sentence in Chinese, English and Japanese, but it was a pity that moustache could not understand it. His face became a little impatient. At this time, the woman who smoked suddenly opened her mouth and asked in English, "are you a spy of the Soviet Union?"

This is the first person Zhang Heng has met in so many days, which makes him feel a little relieved. What he worries about most is that he can't talk to the guerrillas from the beginning to the end, so his situation will become completely out of control. For example, now he can at least defend himself."Clement voroshlov may be stupid, but he should not be so stupid as to send a Chinese who doesn't know Finnish as a spy."

"It's not sure. After all, some people can't tell bread from bombs these days." The woman put out her cigarette and turned around.

Her eyebrows are very amorous. She should be a beauty when she was young. No, she is still a beauty now. Some people have the power to overcome time.

She didn't worry about it any more. She looked at moustache, who smiled and got up and walked out of the hut.

"AKI is not a bad man, but now is an extraordinary period after all, he needs to be responsible for these young men under his command."

"I understand." Zhang Hengdao.

"No, you can't, and I can't," the woman sat down. "His country is being invaded. He's willing to give everything to protect her, even go to hell. Listen, child," she said, drawing a cigarette from her cigarette box. "As you can see, I'm an English volunteer here. Unlike those guys outside, I don't want to see some Bad things happen, so you have to tell me the truth before I can help you. "

Zhang Heng saw a touch of spring from her forward neckline. He had to admit that the woman's means were too powerful. If he was a Soviet spy, he would have to admit it under such an attack.

Unfortunately, the truth is often hidden in the most absurd answers.

Although he suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he was really just the most thorough outsider in this war.

PS: about the background of the conversation about bread and bombs in the article, the Soviet air force carried out a large-scale air raid on Helsinki, the capital of Finland, on the first day of the war. Facing the criticism of international public opinion, Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov argued: "we did not bomb Finland, we were just Airdropping bread to hungry people." So the Finns nicknamed the bomb dropped by the Soviet air force Molotov bread.

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